Ronan stood in front of the huge glass window in front of his ship. His eyes quietly observed the silent and cold empty space.
Nebula and Gamora hasn't returned yet. He has to wait.
“They call me terrorist. Radical. Zealot. Because I obey the ancient laws of my people the Kree and punish those who do not. Because I do not forgive your people for taking the life of my father and his father and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us —